amun
Although Amun knew he should’ve gone to see Amalia right away, he’d had his own injuries to deal with, his own wounds to lick. Besides, the events that occurred at Fiat Lux and the ones immediately following at the Temple had been traumatic enough that he'd needed some time to recover. However, he was here now.
Approaching her bed, he snagged a chair and plunked himself down in it. Smiling faintly at her—a far cry from the happy grins he used to sport—he pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. "Hey kitty. Deimos told me I could find you here."
Subconsciously, the potter tapped his prosthetic against his knee. "They treating you all right? Or do I have to charm the good stuff out of the healers for you?" There was something a little off about his words, something rote, as if he was going through the motions.
Approaching her bed, he snagged a chair and plunked himself down in it. Smiling faintly at her—a far cry from the happy grins he used to sport—he pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. "Hey kitty. Deimos told me I could find you here."
Subconsciously, the potter tapped his prosthetic against his knee. "They treating you all right? Or do I have to charm the good stuff out of the healers for you?" There was something a little off about his words, something rote, as if he was going through the motions.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
